I can’t imagine ever coming up with a gift that would be worthy of your birthday. A baby unicorn maybe? An all expense paid trip to Camelot? That signing harp from Jack and the Beanstalk?

How do you find a gift for a woman who spends every minute of her day giving? A woman who gave me everything. Like self confidence and a love of reading and a sense of humor. I am who I am because of the things you gave me.

You taught me to be generous by example. Remember the time Carrie and I were furious with you because you invited a visiting African family to Thanksgiving dinner? We were worried there wouldn’t be enough food but you wanted them to experience our hospitality and traditions. Of course there was enough food. There always is. And it was a lovely day. And I learned something about being a little less rigid, a little less selfish.

By actual count, you have moved me and all my stuff in and out of 13,000,000 apartments, and every time, you swear it’s the last time you are, by God, moving me! But we both know that that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told. If I called you from Antarctica you’d come.

You have always been there for me, in my corner, on my side. Telling me that I can do anything, be anything.

I hope your birthday is lovely and relaxing and peaceful. You’ll need your rest once that baby unicorn arrives in the mail!

Love,

Susie

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